Chapter 555: My Master Still Has This Name?

Who is it, coming to find me this old man at this time? Are you here to laugh at this old man?

A somewhat dissatisfied, false voice sounded from the room; Xuanqing Daozhang felt it unfamiliar, gave no reply, perhaps they hadn't seen each other in decades, and things had long since changed.

Le Zhuang turned his head and glanced at Xuanqing Daozhang; seeing that Xuanqing Daozhang didn't speak, he felt a bit surprised and answered, 'Grandfather, this is your friend!'

'Friends? What friends could I have!'

Le Wenmao snorted coldly.

Not long after.

Le Zhuang brought Xuanqing Daozhang and Wang Ping'an, who kept looking left and right, to the door of a bedroom; as the door was pushed open, a hard-to-describe stench emanated from inside; Wang Ping'an hid behind, looked up, and saw on the sickbed a frail old man, somewhat resembling the corpse of his uncle he had seen before.

'Indeed, even a hero cannot endure the torment of illness!'

Wang Ping'an looked at Le Wenmao on the sickbed; a flicker of sympathy flashed in the depths of his eyes and then vanished.

In his previous life, the elderly patients he saw on the news were mostly like this old man before him; but unlike his previous life, although that life had advanced technology and medicine, it seems no match for this world—who let this world be filled with all kinds of mystical power?

Not to mention that the patient on the sickbed has only a breath left; even if he had already reached Yama King to report, they could still be saved.

This was impossible in his previous life, no matter what.

In his previous life there were countless injustices, unfair from birth onward; the only equality was before death, where everyone is equal.

No matter your wealth, no matter your many wives and concubines, no matter your overwhelming power, before illness and weapons, if you are destined to go report to Yama King, you must go report to Yama King.

'Old Daoist, who are you? I don't recall knowing you!'

As soon as Le Zhuang brought Xuanqing Daozhang into the bedroom, Le Wenmao's gaze fell entirely on Xuanqing Daozhang; no matter how many times he looked, he felt no familiarity, as if he had never seen him before.

'You naturally don't remember me, for I am your Soul-reaping Envoy!'

Xuanqing Daozhang's face darkened as he glared at Le Wenmao lying on the sickbed; despite the man's miserable appearance, he felt no sympathy, his whole being like a beast ready to devour anyone; this frightened Le Zhuang, whose face changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped in front of Xuanqing Daozhang, his face and eyes full of regret, his voice trembling as he said:

'Master, you, you, you said you and my grandfather have an irreconcilable feud, but out of respect for my grandmother's face, you wouldn't quarrel with my grandfather; you, you, you, how can you be my grandfather's Soul-reaping Envoy?'

Soul-reaping Envoy.

He is young, but he has also heard of it; they say it is a person of the Underworld, and that anyone whose time is near will see a Soul-reaping Envoy who will take them back to the Underworld; however, he does not believe that Xuanqing Daozhang is truly a Soul-reaping Envoy, this remark of his is merely an excuse to harm his grandfather's life.

'Xiao Zhuang, go out; this is my grudge with this old Daoist, it has nothing to do with you!'

Le Wenmao glanced at Xuanqing Daozhang, still seeing no familiarity; however, seeing his angry appearance, it was obvious that he had once offended him, but so much time had passed that he had forgotten, or perhaps the other had changed his appearance.

How could Le Zhuang not understand? The meaning in his grandfather's words was worry that Xuanqing Daozhang might harm him, wanting him to flee first; he shook his head and refused, saying, 'Grandfather, I won't go!'

'How come, you won't even listen to your grandfather's words?'

Le Wenmao snorted coldly. 'Grandfather...'

Le Zhuang still wanted to say something, but before he could finish, Xuanqing Daozhang cut him off:

'Le Wenmao, there's no need to keep it from your grandson, because for some things, your shameless appearance should let your grandson know, so that your grandson won't, even to his death, think you Le Wenmao is a good thing, not knowing you are a beastly thing!'

'Old Daoist, why must our grudge involve the next generation?'

Le Wenmao forcibly suppressed his inner anger and pleaded.

In this life he has made plenty of mistakes, but he corrects them quickly, and he rarely does anything to let others down; perhaps he once offended people with a hot temper, but he has never relied on power to bully others; if he ever had a conflict with this old Daoist before him, perhaps he was partly at fault, but he believes that the greater fault lies with this unknown Daoist.

'Involving the next generation...'

Xuanqing Daozhang's face was full of mockery; before he could finish speaking, they saw Le Zhuang kneel with a 'Plop!' and beg:

'Master, I don't know how my grandfather ever offended you, but he's already like this; the doctors said he doesn't have many good years left, and in these few days he's often tormented by illness; even if you have a huge grudge with my grandfather, look at his pitiful state and show mercy, spare him—adults don't hold grudges against petty people, don't quarrel with my grandfather over this!'

'Get up!'

Xuanqing Daozhang snorted coldly; seeing no sign of Le Zhuang rising, he stirred his mind, a burst of magical power surged from his body, effortlessly lifting Le Zhuang from the ground; seeing Le Zhuang's face full of pleading, he said expressionlessly:

'Rest assured, I said before, out of respect for your grandmother's face, even if I and your grandfather have an irreconcilable feud, I won't take your grandfather's life!'

'Indeed, this truly is a story of unrequited love!'

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Wang Ping'an hid behind, gave a hehe smile, his face full of curiosity.

Although.

The story might be one of those vulgar TV dramas he had seen before, or a combination of several such dramas, but he still wanted to hear it from his master or the old man on the sickbed himself.

'Old Daoist...'

Le Wenmao couldn't help but ask how he had offended Xuanqing Daozhang, how they came to have an irreconcilable feud, but before he could finish speaking, Xuanqing Daozhang, with a dark face, cut him off:

'Erhuzi, you really don't recognize me?'

'You're just Erhuzi...'

Le Wenmao blurted out instinctively; before he could finish, he suddenly realized, stared wide-eyed at Xuanqing Daozhang, and exclaimed in shock: 'You, you, you are Gouzi Ge!'

'Gouzi Ge?'

Wang Ping'an almost burst out laughing upon hearing this; he never imagined his master would have such a nickname, but thinking about it, a lowly name is easier to bear, and since his master had once been a vagrant, having such a lowly name was quite ordinary.

Xuanqing Daozhang jeered: 'I thought you had done something wrong against me, which is why you dare not acknowledge me!'

'Gouzi Ge, it really is you...'

Le Wenmao looked at Xuanqing Daozhang with immense excitement, but upon hearing these words, the excitement on his face was immediately replaced by guilt, and he said:

'It is I who have let you down, failed to live up to your trust!'

(End of chapter)